You Need To Take Your Ass To The Doctor!!!!

Well, I'll be honest. I've already had the chickenpox and thank God!!! Adult chickenpox is NO JOKE and this guy made it apparent that he was going through HELL!!!!!

I met Chicky Itchy on POF. His profile seemed genuine. His pictures made me smile and his words were entertaining. I'm not going to say that I was thinking of my future with this guy...(2-3 kids, a golden retriever, a large house with a white picket fence and professional kitchen and a nanny). But he seemed cool and I'm never one to reject new friends. We exchanged phone numbers and man did that change his game. Oh, his voice melted my panties right off. He spoke of his childhood in Ohio and how it was growing up on a farm..( the sound of brakes screeching in my mind)....wait...did he say FARM?!? I hope he doesn't expect me milk a cow?!? I didn't take 4H, I'm from San Diego. So anywho, he spoke of his family and how his parents are still married. It's comforting to hear that ones parents are still together. It gives you an idea on how this man will be in a relationship.  Whoopie!!! I felt like I hit the jackpot!!!

After our three hour conversation we agreed to meet for sushi which is perfect because in my world, sushi is a main food group for me. He actually let me pick the place and of course I picked RK Sushi on Washington.  I know there are better places, but this place makes my favorite roll and it's not a stuck up, stuffy place. Great food, cold sake and great customer service. 

He was waiting out front for me. But I noticed that he kept scratching his chest, his neck, his arms...pretty much every appendage.  Maybe it was a nervous tick. As I approached, I saw these little lesions on his face and arms. He didn't look anything like the healthy man I saw in his pictures.  This man was gaunt looking. His skin was a pastie gray. He looked as if he was half the person that I was suppose to meet. I felt so bad. I introduced myself and he went in for a hug and I held out my hand instead. At this point, I don't know what Chicky Itchy has. I asked him if he was okay. He said he was feeling fine except the "minor" 104 degree temperature and these lesions that showed up before meeting me online. I looked at him, as he scratched his head, then his arm and then his package. And man, was he going at his package. Scratching it so hard, I thought he would have scratched his pens and balls right off!!!  He apologized and didn't know why he was so itchy? I watched his hand reach around to his backside and he started scratching his ass. I felt so awful for this guy. I asked him if he has ever had chickenpox? He looked at me with such disgust on his face and answered with a stern, "NO", as he continued to scratch his ass and package!!! He acted like I asked him if he had HIV?!? 

Well, I looked at him and told him that I suspected that he had chickenpox. At this point, he has scratched his lesions so badly that they were starting to bleed. I told him that I think he needs to go to the doctor. He looked at me, with anger in his eyes and said, "Fuck You...if you think you're too good to have sushi with me, i'll just take my ass to the doctor. All you had to say was that you didn't want to continue this date. I'm better than you anyway!" 

He stomped off like a child who just got his toy taken away, got in his Infiniti and screeched off. Chicky Itchy was obviously a Dicky Wickey!!! I dodged another bullet!!!